与我的法国前任困在雪中

The moment I pushed open the heavy wooden door of the isolated mountain chalet, the familiar scent of her perfume hit me like a slap. Elise stood by the roaring fireplace in a tight black turtleneck and ski pants that hugged every curve of her perfect French ass, her dark hair cascading over one shoulder. Six months apart hadn’t dulled the raw hunger I felt for her; if anything, the sight of her full lips parting in surprise made my cock twitch instantly. Outside, thick snow swirled against the windows, sealing us in for the night.

“Putain… what are you doing here, Marc?” she breathed, her accent thick and smoky, eyes narrowing even as her nipples visibly hardened under the thin wool.

“我也可以问你同样的问题，”我说着，用脚把门踢上，靴子上的雪开始融化。“中介把这个地方重复预订了。看来我们得一起困到暴风雪过去。”

She crossed her arms, but the way she bit her lower lip told me everything. “This is ridiculous. After the way we ended things in Paris… you expect me to share a bed with you?”

我放下包，走近一步，炉火的热度远比不上我们之间的灼热。“我不期待什么，伊莉丝。但我记得你以前这样的时候，是怎么求我操你的。浑身带刺又湿透了。”

Her breath hitched. She didn’t back away. Instead she laughed, low and dirty. “You arrogant bastard. You think you can just walk in and—”

I cut her off by grabbing her waist and pulling her against me. Our mouths crashed together in a fierce kiss, tongues sliding hot and urgent. She moaned into my mouth, fingers digging into my shoulders as I squeezed her juicy ass hard. In seconds her turtleneck was yanked over her head, revealing lacy red lingerie that barely contained her heavy tits.

“Fuck, I missed these,” I growled, palming her breasts and pinching her stiff nipples until she gasped.

“Alors, stop talking and fuck me already,” she demanded, her French accent thickening with lust. She shoved her hand down my pants, wrapping her fingers around my throbbing cock. “Mmm, still so big and hard for me. Salopard.”

We stumbled toward the thick rug in front of the fire. I dropped to my knees, ripping her ski pants and panties down in one motion. Her shaved pussy glistened, already dripping. I buried my face between her thighs, licking her swollen clit with long, hungry strokes while two fingers plunged deep inside her tight cunt.

“哦妈的……对，就是这样，”伊莉丝哭喊着，臀部对着我的舌头挺动。她的双手缠在我的头发里，把我更用力地拉向她湿热的私处。她的味道令人陶醉，又甜又麝香，她的汁液涂满我的下巴，我把她的阴蒂吸进嘴唇间快速舔弄。

她很快就高潮了，大腿夹着我的头颤抖，用那性感的巴黎口音尖叫着我的名字。“马克！我高潮了……操！”

Before she could catch her breath I stood, shedding my clothes. My cock sprang free, thick and veined, pre-cum already beading at the tip. Elise licked her lips, eyes dark with need. She pushed me onto the leather couch, straddling me reverse cowgirl so I had the perfect view of her firm ass.

“看着我怎么吃下你，”她低语着，伸手向后引导我的鸡巴对准她的入口。她慢慢坐下，湿滑的小穴紧紧包裹住我的粗大，直到我整根没入。“啊……好满。你的鸡巴完美地填满了我，我的爱。”

我呻吟着，双手抓住她的臀部，她开始用力骑我，每次弹跳时臀肉拍打在我的大腿上。她的小穴吞没我鸡巴的湿滑声响彻木屋，混合着她淫荡的呻吟。我伸出一只手绕到前面揉搓她的阴蒂，另一只手拍打她丰满的屁股，留下红印让她夹得更紧。

“Harder, Elise. Fuck me like you hate me,” I grunted.

她气喘吁吁地笑着，更快地坐下，用阴蒂磨蹭我的手指。“我确实恨你……因为你让我这么渴望这根鸡巴。妈的，我又要高潮了！”

她的小穴像老虎钳一样收缩、夹紧着我，高潮时喷涌而出的淫水顺着我的鸡巴流下。我再也忍不住了。我把她翻成跪趴在地毯上，从后面骑上去，用又深又狠的抽插猛捣她湿透的骚穴。她的奶子在身下晃荡，奶头轻蹭着柔软的纤维，我拽着她的头发，让她的背弓起来。

“Tell me you want my cum,” I demanded, balls slapping her clit with every thrust.

“是的……给我。填满我的小穴，马克。我想整晚都感觉到你从我体内流出来，”她喘息着，向后迎合每一次粗暴的抽插。

The pressure built fast. I roared as I exploded, pumping thick ropes of hot cum deep inside her spasming walls. She came a third time with me, her French curses turning into incoherent cries of pleasure.

We collapsed in a sweaty, panting heap, my cock still twitching inside her as the fire crackled. Elise turned her head, kissing me softly, her eyes sparkling with that familiar mischief.

“暴风雨一时半会儿停不了，”她低语道，小穴再次夹紧我。“还好我仍然知道怎么在一分钟内让你硬起来，不是吗？”

I grinned, already feeling my dick stir. “Then we’d better make the most of this chalet, my filthy French girl.”